Chloe leaned back against the wooden post, making sure her full breasts were pushed out like she was trained. Her wrists were bound to a hook over her head, so it’s not like she could hide anything even if she tried to.
She allowed her mind to wander for a moment. She was sure that–somewhere in the world–it was strange to be standing buck naked outside in broad daylight while tied up like cheap goods. Chloe glanced at the women around her, all spread just a few feet apart and in the same position.
Cheap goods. That’s what she was in this society. Trained for her entire childhood to be obedient, subservient, and mannerly.
And then sold to the highest bidder when she came of age.
A rustling in the grass brought Chloe’s mind back to the present.
An old, matronly woman in a military-like uniform strolled up. Lady Prinslow was what someone else had called her.
“You,” Prinslow said, directing her steel-cut eyes towards Chloe. “You have a bid.” She then walked away, presumably to go and get said bidder to show them the merchandise up close.
A bid, Chloe thought. Someone wants to buy me.
What would it be like? To be owned purely as an object of sexual pleasure for someone else? To be used when he desired her?
As much as the logical part of her brain knew she should feel degraded, she couldn’t ignore the other part of her that was…wet.
Blessedly, she didn’t have to keep wondering for long, as another rustle of the grass caught her attention.
Prinslow was walking back over, trailed by…three men.
Did she get multiple bids already?
Prinslow stopped directly in front of her and took a second to read the small label that was attached to her wooden post.
“Chloe, I see,” the woman said, almost with a snarl. “You’ve been purchased, assuming that your buyers are still happy with the merchandise once they get a better look.”
“B-buyers?”
“Yes, buyers, silly girl,” the woman snapped. “Just because families staying together is uncommon nowadays doesn’t mean it never happens.”
“Well, Gentlemen,” Prinslow waved her arm out, “have a look.”
The three men stepped forward and, after observing them a little closer, Chloe realized that they were a father and his two sons.
The father was a large man, incredibly thick and muscular. He had dark hair that was slightly gray around his temples, dark eyes, and a menacing appearance.
The second man was almost a carbon copy of his father. Tall, dark, and…rugged, if not quite handsome.
The third man, though, was different. Chloe could still see the family resemblance in the man’s jawline and dark eyes. But this man had light hair, almost the color of honey, with a few wisps that flopped over his forehead. His skin was lighter, too, and Chloe guessed that he took after his mother’s appearance.
As three sets of incredibly intense eyes swept over her body, Chloe did her best to remain tall and proud, despite the heat that crept into her cheeks.
She had nothing to be ashamed of, really. Her Native American heritage had given her plenty of gifts, like a nice, olive complexion and black, silky hair that flowed down her back. She felt a little child-like, given her petite stature, but that was really her only complaint about her physical appearance, and she made up for it with voluptuous breasts and a curvy ass.
“We”ll take her,” the father said, apparently the deciding factor. He looked directly into her eyes then.
“I’m Commander Carter,” he said to her, “and you will address me as nothing else. This is my son”–he pointed to his carbon copy on the left–“Samuel. You can call him Mr. Samuel. This”–he pointed to the light-haired one on his right–“is my youngest son Riley. You can call him Mr. Riley.”
“Okay, well,” Prinslow clapped her hands together, “let me get the paperwork done so you can be off.
……………………
A short time later, Chloe sat in the backseat of a large Jeep, heading to her new home. She was finally dressed in the only clothing she owned–the ones she had been issued– a basic pair of blue jeans, a white T-shirt, and white sneakers.
Commander Carter was driving, and Mr. Samuel was in the front seat.
The third one–Mr. Riley, the one who looked so different from his family–was sitting in the back seat next to her.
Chloe wasn’t sure what she had expected him to do. Leer at her? Flick his tongue suggestively?
Instead, he stared out his window as they drove by, not even looking at her.
Well, since he was so distracted by trees and monochrome buildings, Chloe took the opportunity to study him more closely.
He wasn’t as bulky as his father and brother, but she could tell that he was nicely toned by the shape of his shoulders and arms.
At that thought, Chloe felt a flutter in her belly, and she let out a gasp.
Mr. Riley turned his eyes to look at her–just briefly–before turning back to the window.
Wow, he’s really handsome. I bet he’s got a nice smile, Chloe thought, and then mentally kicked herself.
Stop acting like you’re going on a date, you dummy, she told herself. You just got bought, and now you’re going home to be used until they tire of you or you die. Whichever comes first.
The remainder of the drive felt like it lasted for hours.